Novel & Cerita Long Island Novel

The following days after the dinner, Soren was in the house more often than before. However, he still seemed to be working in the study or on phone calls most of the time. Meanwhile, I had been busy reading the books Lola dropped off. Or, in other words… I had been busy keeping myself busy. "The Isles of Denali consist of over a hundred small islands, many of which have their own unique culture…"

By the seventh day, Grant decided to spend the day with Isabella and was currently sitting in one of the armchairs within the room, his laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of him as Isabella showered before dressing in her warm and comfy clothes like she had done the past few times. Currently reading a romance novel she had found called, “Our Forbidden Love” she instantly became hooked in a world filled with love and passion as well excitement. Occasionally glancing over to Grant as she read, his eyes always watching her as he did. A warm yet comfortable silence hung around the room as both carried on with what they were doing only to stop long enough to enjoy their lunch, which was

Marcus will never be able to touch me again. I hate the thought of leaving Isla Martago, it's the only place I’ve ever been until now. The world has such beautiful places to explore. If I marry Nikolai, maybe he’ll take me on a honeymoon to Greece or Spain, some amazing place somewhere far away from the island, a place with white beaches and crystal clear water. Anyplace really the farthest from here the better and leave the ghost of my past that follows me around like a shadow. It's a constant reminder.

“I’ll have the Boathouse burger, medium rare, with hand-cut potato fries and a Blue Moon beer with an extra slice of orange.” The server scribbled on her pad and then looked at Jaylon. “I’ll have the same,” he replied. “What do you mean, out on the island?” Becca asked as the waitress walked away. “Long Island.” He shrugged. “You know, the Hamptons and the farthest point east in New York State? My pack is out on Montauk Point.” She pointed to herself. “Pineland Leap. Sentinels of the New Jersey Devil out in the Pine Barrens.”

There was only one problem with that her parents didn’t want her to go out in risk of exposing their island paradise to other kingdoms; so all in all they forbade her from going anywhere outside of this island. As the years went by she was getting closer and closer to having to pick her king. But the thing was she didn’t want anyone of her suitors; she wanted something new. She didn’t want to be like her father, her grandfather, her great grandfather, and so on. She wanted to be different, to break that tradition and make a new one so badly.

*** Long Island, New York Alessandra I stared at my little sister, a small smile on my lips as I took her in. She was radiant in her wedding gown, looking every bit like the gorgeous bride that she was meant to be. Her wedding day was here and although we had believed that it would be a day of sorrow, it had turned out to be a happier occasion than the weddings that had come before it.

He placed it gently into my free hand. “Welcome home, Lena,” he murmured. “I bought you an island.” For a second, my brain short-circuited. I just stood there, staring at him, then at the paper in my hand, then back at the pristine paradise waiting for us. “You—” My voice broke on a stunned laugh. “You bought me a what?” “An island,” he repeated smoothly, as if he were announcing he’d picked up groceries. “Secluded. Safe. Untouchable. No paparazzi, no Vivian, no lies. Just us. You, me, and Isabella.”

"Is that all he is to you? A way to keep your chair at the head of the table?" ​Julian’s gaze lingered on Leo for a long, silent moment. "He is a Vane," he said quietly. "And a Vane survives. That is the first lesson he needs to learn." ​Blackwood Island ​The island was a jagged shard of rock and pine needles rising out of the grey Atlantic. The "estate" was a sprawling, modern masterpiece of glass and cedar that seemed to grow directly out of the cliffs. It was beautiful, isolated, and utterly lonely.

The new house was a sturdy two-story cabin on a small island off the coast of Maine, accessible only by boat and reachable only when the tides allowed. No neighbors for miles. No cell service. No past that could find them easily. For six months, it almost felt like they had won.

“Cross my heart.” Feliks watched the gesture. Something shifted inside his chest. A slow, entirely foreign movement. “You don’t know me.” “Not yet,” Isabella corrected. “But I already know you’re a kid who hates being cooped up inside, loves the sea, and has a favorite rock. That’s more than I know about people I’ve met for years.” She tilted her head. “I have friends named Dante and Lorenzo too. They live in Westchester. If you ever visit America, I’ll introduce you. Dante’s a bit stiff but kind. Lorenzo’s the funnier one.”